Editing is your friend

I’ve been working on getting a book of short stories together for publication for almost a year now. The cover was done about a year ago, most of the stories were written long before then. I asked friends (fellow writers) to read the book and find errors. I even asked friends who like to read to take a look and make sure the stories flow well together.

For the most part, the short stories in the collection are stories I have read and re-read for more than a year. There are some that are newer and did not have that extensive a reread, but still, I have read them more than once.

It takes a long time to edit your own work. If someone finishes a book and publishes it within a month, they have done a disservice to their own work and to the people who will purchase it and read it. Even well-known authors with agents and big publishing houses take a year from finished manuscript to released book.

Writing something and then publishing it right away, with no other eyes viewing it, is not a good idea. If a writer is a good editor, they know they must lay the book aside for a month, re-read the entire book, put it aside for a month, then re-read it again. After that, they must give the book to at least two other people to review. Why at least two? Because if only one person reads the book, the writer can’t know if the mistakes the person finds actually need to be fixed. There are some mistakes, like grammar, spelling, sentence structure, that are no brainers. If an editor finds a mistake like that, a writer should fix it.

Continuity, word usage and ideas within the story are more intangible and need more than one person’s opinion. If two or more people find the same mistakes with the intangible parts, then the writer knows it is something that needs a hard second look.

When writing something, I know what I want to say. It is in my head and I can see clearly what I mean. When I hand my book off to someone else, they can spot inconsistencies, continuity errors, grammar and spelling errors that my brain no longer sees. Once the book is done, I hand it off to three people. If only one of them tells me of a story issue, I take it to heart, think about it and dismiss the idea or take it, depending on how much I like the idea. If two people tell me the same exact thing, I am more likely to change something. If the third person tells me of the exact same issue, well at that point I usually curse because it means a re-write.

Writers don’t have to listen to editors when self-publishing. It’s one of the reasons I like using Amazon. It’s my story being published, not someone else’s idea on what my book should say or how it should be, but that is also why marketplaces like Amazon are fill with terrible books. There are too many writers out there that just don’t care about the product, or care too much about seeing their name in print that they don’t put out a quality product.

If my three editors say the same thing, I know that other readers will feel the same way, which can be a problem. There are times though, that I decide not to listen to editors with good reason. For example, in my book The Elven Prince all the people who read the book before it was published wanted to see how the main character’s love interest, Anan, fought. I wrote her as a badass elven warrior, but never show her in a fight. This was on purpose. The book was about Eloran, not Anan, and I felt that highlighting too much of her would detract from him.

On the other hand, I wrote a novel about angels and demons (not published yet), that I was thinking about publishing as my first novel. I handed the book off to three people. There is one demon, a minor character, that ends up helping a fellow demon, against Lucifer’s wishes. Lucifer seemingly kills the minor character, but the demon disappears at the last moment. He reappears at the end of the book, as a redeemed angel. It is revealed that he spoke to an angel and made his confessions at some point in the middle of the book.

I was told by each of my editors, all separately and without foreknowledge of what the others had stated, I believe, that what I did was a copout. To find out at the end that the demon turned good, and was not killed, was a cheat. They said it nicer than that, but that’s how I thought of it when they were all done editing. I had cheated my way into saving the life of a character I liked.

I don’t like cheating with writing.

Therefore, knowing a major re-write was coming, I put the book down and found something else to publish. I wasn’t sure how to tackle the re-write and felt it best to let it stew for a while before attempting it.

That’s ok to do, too. Once a book is finished, we don’t have to publish right away, and in some instances, shouldn’t. It’s ok to change our minds about publishing something. It’s our prerogative. And if it’s being self-published, it doesn’t matter when it gets out there, or in what order, as long as it is good quality.

Which brings me to the greatness and great failing of Amazon and other self-publishing sites.

I love using Amazon. I don’t pay for any of the services, other than getting the proof and actual copies printed and sent to me. That’s it. I usually have someone I know do the cover, and I usually have people I know edit. There are services on Amazon if you need help with editing or putting the cover together, some you pay for, some you don’t, but since I get that all done before hand, I pay a nominal fee for what I do, through Amazon’s CreateSpace.

And anyone with a manuscript can do the same thing. Unfortunately, there are writers out there that don’t take the time to edit. I recently edited a book that a friend already published on Amazon. I read the book, it’s a solid story, but it is so full of mistakes that I refuse to review it until it has been properly edited. It’s a shame that the novel went public without being edited. At this time, if anyone my friend doesn’t know reads the book, they will get a poor review. If someone complains, Amazon will pull the book.

A bad review for an independent writer, due to grammar, spelling, and sentence structure, can be their end. No one wants to read a book full of mistakes.

Therefore, if you’re thinking about publishing through any market, make sure you edit your work prior to publishing. Here are the steps I recommend:

  1. Finish the novel. Yay!
  2. Put the manuscript aside for a month. (Save it in 10 different places to make sure you don’t lose it.)
  3. After a month, read the manuscript slowly to find any errors.
  4. After correcting the errors, put the manuscript aside for a month.
  5. Read the manuscript again, finding new errors. And you will. There are always errors.
  6. Get other people to read your book for you. If you know other writers, they are usually willing to help, but you have to give them time. Send them a copy through Word Doc or Google Docs, as both allow the reader to mark mistakes they find, and make comments. If you want it done now and can afford it, there are editing services to be found on the net. I can’t recommend any paid services; I use my friends, as they are wonderful.
  7. Review mistakes found by editors.
  8. Fix errors you feel are necessary to fix. Take a good long look at the ones you don’t want to fix and ask yourself (a lot), whether or not you should follow the fixes you don’t like. Talk to your editors about why they gave you the edits. That helps, too.
  9. After making all final edits, put the manuscript down for a while, maybe not a month, but let it sit.
  10. Edit the manuscript yourself one last time. It’s amazing how many things slip through the cracks, especially if you fixed things. Sometimes we fix things incorrectly.
  11. Once that is done, figure out what you want to do: self-publish or send to agents/publishers.

Is this a long process? Yes. And it should be. My books are my children. I care for them, nurture them and make sure that everything is damn near perfect before releasing it to the public. The public is not kind. They find a mistake, they are like sharks in bloody water, and the writer is chum.

Do yourself a favor, do your readers a favor: Don’t put out sloppy work.

To the young woman who rear-ended me:

Thank you. Thank you for not being an asshole and for taking responsibility of the accident. Yes, it was your fault, but you stepped out of the vehicle and said right away “I’m sorry.” You also said it was your responsibility verbally and in a text. I have to assume you also told your insurance provider the same thing. I was on the phone for five minutes with them before they told me they were accepting responsibility and would be paying for the damages as soon as my insurance provider gave them the demands.

So thank you for being you.

I hope you don’t experience another car accident any time soon, because they suck. If you do, I wanted to give you a piece of advice. Your driver’s license said you were born in 1992, making you 24 this year. I’m a bit older than that (41) and have learned a few things about accidents. For your own sake, please hear me out.

Never, ever, even when an accident is obviously your fault, never take blame. Exchange information with the other person involved, but say as little as possible.

You may wonder why, since you are a good person and think taking blame when it is your fault is the right thing to do. In an ideal world, it is. This is not an ideal world.

This is a world with people waiting to take advantage of good, kind people.

If you are in a car accident again and it’s your fault, don’t say you’re sorry. Fight the urge. Don’t lie about what happened, as that’s not right, but don’t say you’re sorry. Exchange information, if the police are involved, give them the information as well. Don’t speculate on who was to blame. Give details, tell your insurance agent the same thing, and then let them figure it out.

Why? Because next time, the other person might be an asshole.

The day you rear-ended me, I went to work for a little bit, but left early as I felt like hell. You hit me hard. It rattled me for a good portion of the day. I went home, relaxed as best I could, and talked to my insurance agent. The next day, I missed a bit of work to get my car assessed. I went about my life after that as per usual.

An asshole would have sued you for the time they took off of work. They would have gone to the doctor, ran up a bunch of bills and charged your insurance company for the bills. They would then have sued you for ‘damages’ and any other trivial thing they could think up, all because the first words out of your mouth were “I am so sorry.”

You were an amazingly nice person and obviously a good person. Please don’t let that be a detriment. Guard your good, especially when an unknown person is involved. You never know who is on the receiving end.

Getting rear-ended sucked, but I couldn’t have asked to be hit by a better person. Thank you for being good, but please be careful. I would hate for your life to be ruined by an asshole because you said you were sorry.

Take care,

Cat Stark

Dear Brides and Grooms,

Ah, wedding season! The time to look beautiful, eat too much, drink too much, see lots of people you haven’t seen in years and cry in happiness.

Unless you’re a widow. Then there’s only crying in sheer pain. For me, at least. Since Jason died I have been invited to 4 weddings. A fifth friend tied the knot, but I was not invited, which I was rather grateful for. It’s tough for me to watch a happy couple without bursting into tears for my loss. In time, I’m sure that the tears of sadness will turn into tears of joy-ish, as I have a good man by my side and he is helping my heart heal, one stitch at a time. For the moment, simply looking at a wedding website raises my anxiety.

The year that Jason died, I attended a wedding in August of two very close friends of ours. Jason passed in May, but I wanted badly to see their wedding, mostly to represent him. I was surrounded by people who knew what was going on and who helped me through the day. The wedding was beautiful. Everything went well, and I cried tears of sadness because my husband was no longer on this plain of existence.

The next year, I was invited to two weddings. I said yes to the first one, because I figured there would be people there that would be able to help me out, if I needed it. It slowly occurred to me as the wedding grew closer that I had no desire to try and attend. I was going to cry through the entire thing. I didn’t want to do that, especially since I didn’t know the bride. I ended up telling the groom I wasn’t able to attend and gave my apologies.

The second invitation came after the first and I had already figured out by then that I was not ready to attempt weddings. I RSVP’d in an email with a long letter to the bride’s family, saying why I couldn’t. I expressed my pain, and in retrospect I’m not sure that was really fair to do. They were planning a happy occasion. Who am I to remind them that sadness awaits at the end? I never received a reply to the email, but I should not have expected one. She had a good wedding and that’s the only thing that matters.

Fast forward to the next year. A friend from work was getting hitched and I kept talking to mutual friends. I told one of my past anxiety with weddings and invitations and then didn’t end up getting one. I don’t know if I was supposed to get an invitation or not, but I felt nothing but relief when I did not. A weight was lifted from my heart and mind. I could face the wedding through pictures and didn’t have to deal with whether or not I was ready to attend. Again, wonderful people getting married; no desire to cry uncontrollably and ruin it for other guests.

And I feel I would be ruining the wedding for other guests. Here’s why: They have no idea why I am sobbing. And it’s not pretty quiet tears that stream down my face. It’s gut wrenching sobs that tear through my body and make me double over. No, that’s not hyperbole. That’s what happens. I don’t want to pass on that sadness at a joyous occasion.

This year, I have received an invitation from a friend, and the lightheartedness of the invitation made me consider going. I saw they had a website sometime after getting the “Save the Date” card and decided to check it out. As I was looking around the site, my anxiety kicked in and I felt the tears. I immediately clicked out of the site and thought, “Nope.” I couldn’t even look at the website without tears surfacing.

It’s been three years, almost to the day, since Jason died and I still feel an overwhelming panic-like attack when I think of other people getting married. It’s a joyous time; people around them should be smiling and crying tears of happiness, not sadness.

Therefore, please keep in mind, if you are getting married soon, and you deiced to send me an invitation, I will probably not attend. I will say now, “Thank you for thinking of me” but I most probably will not attend. And as I don’t want to make anyone feel awkward, this blog will serve as the reason why. I don’t want to tell each friend individually, while they are in the final stages of wedding planning, why I can’t attend. There is too much going on, and it just isn’t fair to them.

I love all my friends and want them to be happy. But weddings make me panic/have bad anxiety, and no one needs to have that at their wedding. Be happy on your wedding day. Love is precious and on the day of your wedding, you should feel only love.

Congratulations to anyone I know planning a wedding. I hope to be able to share in your happiness at some point.

Love you all,

Cat

-Widow not planning on attending weddings

Yoseph Vladimir: Cat (Part 2)

Story the Second

Yoseph Vladimir.
Hunter; predator
watches as the prey
waddles into his line of vision.
The fat animal is low to the ground
and runs quickly,
but is not paying attention.

It’s hungry,
and upwind.
Yoseph knows he has a chance,
if he’s careful.

He hunkers down
closer to the ground.
Eyes wide, tail twitching,
he nearly chirps his eagerness.

Yoseph moves closer,
slowly inching his way to the prey.
The animal’s sleek brown fur
glistens in the bright day.
He can smell it from here.
It smells like dinner.

Yoseph is not hungry.
His human keeps him well fed,
even with six other felines in the house.
But it is a joy to catch his own food.
It keeps him fit
keeps his senses alert.
Unlike his siblings,
who lounge around all day
accepting caresses.
He likes caresses, too
but loves being outside
especially right now
when the prey is unaware.

Yoseph moves ever closer,
his ears flat against his head.
Close enough, he pounces!
The prey tries to run,
But Yoseph’s claws are deep in its skin.
He bites the prey’s neck,
holds on tight as it tries to break free.
Yoseph, no novice to fights,
holds on as tight as he can.
The prey will be his.

Soon,
the prey slows.
Soon,
the prey stops.
Soon,
the prey is dead.
Yoseph looks at his snack.

This odd creature
with short limbs and long claws
was no match,
even at twice Yoseph’s size.

Feeling proud,
he starts to eat the creature.
A small evening snack.
Before finishing,
he eats away at the neck,
separating the head
from the rest of the body.

Carefully,
he takes his prize home.
Proud of his abilities,
he sets the head on the step.
Rather than leaving it
for the human to find.

Yoseph waits;
his head held high,
his tail curled around him,
front feet placed perfectly
in front of him.

Yoseph Vladimir: Cat
stands proudly by his kill,
waiting for his human to see.

Yoseph Vladimir: Cat

Story the First

Yoseph Vladimir,
Joey to his humans,
stalks the underbrush
listening for prey.

He pauses, listens,
and moves on.
He sniffs the air,
moves one paw forward,
stops again.
Patience, thy name is cat.

Finally, prey makes a mistake,
shows itself to the tireless feline.
Yoseph launches himself at the mouse,
catches it on the first try.
He kills is quickly, eats most of it,
but leaves the head intact.

Careful of his prize,
he picks up the head
takes it to where his human will see.
He places it carefully
next to three other animal heads.
Yoseph steps back, admires his latest kill,
and cocks his head.

As if understanding order,
he picks up the latest kill
and places it close to the end of the line.
He picks up the other heads,
arranges them carefully,
and steps back to admire his work.

A satisfied grin shows on his lips.
A happy purr emanates from his throat
as he heads off for another prize.
The presents are not yet right.
It needs one more.

Prize captured,
he heads home and places it
on the step,
in the right order.
Making sure each head
is in perfect alignment,
and that the one before
is larger than the one
after.

His human will be so proud.

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Cancer Gene Test

I recently wrote about how male breast cancer actually exists. During my rant, I mentioned that I was advised to get a gene test that could show if I had the mutation for breast cancer. I said the test was inconclusive and that I would discuss it another time.

Well, here we are.

First and foremost, this is not to convince someone not to get the testing. This is my own personal mind warring with itself on the best course of action. It has to do with me and me alone. That is my disclaimer.

A gene test exists that may be able to tell me if I have the marker for breast cancer. Here are my problems with it:

It’s inconclusive. My mom had one done and her test results say that it’s negative. But it’s not negative as in she doesn’t have the marker and won’t get breast cancer. She was diagnosed in 2001, and is currently in remission.

The negative means one of two things. 1) she doesn’t have the marker or 2) she has the marker but the test wasn’t able to detect it.

Yeah…

There’s more.

If I were to get the test done and it came back negative, there is a chance I will get breast cancer and there is a chance I won’t get breast cancer.

If the test is positive, there is a chance I will get breast cancer and there is a chance I won’t get breast cancer.

Really?

My mom had the test done in 2011. Not that long ago. Yes, I’m sure there have been advances in the technology, but there’s a website that states they still can’t find all the mutations. And the thing is, I have no idea what I would do if I received a positive test result.

A positive test result for some women means double mastectomy. Some women believe that to be the course of action. Each woman given the positive test result should consult with her doctor, and with herself, on what the best course of action is for her. I am not here to say one thing is better than the other. It is 100% up to what each woman feels is right for her.

I am undecided.

I feel as if I’m too young to have a mastectomy if I’m at a high risk. I also really don’t have the money to get decent breast augmentation if I had to get a double mastectomy. And yes, I would probably get augmentation as I like my breasts.

I don’t like ‘maybe’ as an answer when it comes to my health.

Cancer is scary and not knowing is scary, but in the case of the gene test, even with results, I still might not have a definite answer. I don’t like maybes when it comes to my health. My biggest worry is that I’ll get the test, get a negative and still be as uninformed as before. Seriously, that’s not acceptable.

I was diagnosed in 2006 with MS because I wouldn’t take “Oh, everything is fine” as an answer. What am I supposed to do with a test result that says, “We don’t know”?

In the case of a gene cancer test a negative is a ‘we don’t know’ and that’s where I am right now.

Does the test make things any better or easier to understand or decide? It doesn’t. And I don’t accept that. Therefore, for the moment, I’m probably not going to get the screening done.

As I said, if you decide to, that is your decision. I am not here to discourage you from doing what you think is best. It’s your health, do what you feel is best for you.

Incidentally, I had a mammogram today and it came back normal. So there’s that.

Breast Cancer in Men

A male friend of mine recently posted to Facebook that he had to get a mammogram.

Let me say that again: a MALE friend had a mammogram. They found a lump. The doctor said it was probably just fatty tissue. He’s fine, it was fatty tissue.  When he posted about the results though, another guy questioned why a man would get a mammogram. The second guy didn’t know that men could get breast cancer. Here’s the deal: Yes, both men and women get breast cancer.

Due to my friend’s friend lack of knowledge on the subject, I figured it might be a good idea to write a little more, and get some people educated. There are a ton of sources out there for finding out about male breast cancer, but as this hits close to home, I want to rant/inform a bit.

First, a little more about why this hits close to home.

My family history with Breast Cancer (who’s had it):

Mother’s mother died from it.

Mother’s sister (two of them) diagnosed with it. One died of it; the other had a mastectomy. I believe she’s cancer free now.

Mother diagnosed in 2001. Cancer free since then.

Mother’s brother diagnosed but now cancer free.

That’s not counting all the other cancers that have hit my mom’s family. It’s so prevalent in my mom’s family that I’ve been told it’s in my best interest to get a DNA test to find out if I carry the gene. I haven’t gotten one done yet as the test is sort of inconclusive. More on that another time.

So, breast cancer in men. How often does it occur? 1 in 1000 men get breast cancer. That is far fewer men than women, but it does happen. The American Cancer Society predicts that 2,600 new case of invasive breast cancer in men will be diagnosed and about 440 men will die of breast cancer in 2016. That information, and a lot of other good information can be found here.

I looked up the numbers for women, and it is staggering in comparison, but that is not why we are here. We are here to inform our fathers, brothers and other male people in our lives that yes, it does happen to you, too.

Look, here’s what it comes down to: if you feel a lump in your breast, or if your partner finds a lump in your breast, DO NOT take it lightly, even if you’re a man. Have a doctor tell you there’s nothing to worry about, and have a mammogram confirm that there’s nothing to worry about, if the doctor suggests it. The alternative SUCKS. Cancer’s a bitch. Early detection is key. Find it early and doctors have an easier time treating it.

Being a man doesn’t mean you can’t get breast cancer. Being a man doesn’t mean ignoring the lump. Being a man means understanding that you are human and that some of the same things that affect women can affect you.

Don’t be stupid. If you find a lump, have a doctor check you out.

 

I feel that this was more of a rant than an informative rant, so please do yourself a favor, check out the American Cancer Society, Breast Cancer in Men, page for more information. I liked it earlier for the statistics, but this is the home page for Male Breast Cancer. Check it out, read it and keep yourself safe. And, as a final note, I am getting my own mammogram on April 19, because I know I need to make sure I’m ok.

Eloran the 2nd

I am happy to announce I finally know what The Elven Prince 2 is about. I have beginning, middle and end in my head. I don’t know all that will happen, but I know what kingdom kidnaps Garett. I know how it happens and I know why no one stops it. I now have to go about placing the thoughts onto paper. Or, you know, word doc. The world is open to me again and I am diving in head first.

For those of you who don’t write, this doesn’t mean the book will be done any time soon. I am still battling writer’s block but I know what the world looks like. It is a familiar place and is awaiting my attention. I am debating on whether or not to do the same thing with Eloran the 2nd (working title only) as I did with The Elven Prince. With the Elven Prince, I decided to write from beginning to end and not work on anything else until I was done. It took me under 60 days to finish writing it. I don’t remember how long any more exactly and don’t want to look it up. At any rate, I finished it in one fell swoop.

Part of me wants to do the same with this one, but part of me understands my heart might not be in it. Either way, the door to the world is open and I have stepped through. Chapter one is complete and I am in the midst of writing chapter two. I just wanted to take a moment to tell my friends and fans.

And yes, I am still working on Enter the Maze: Shorts, Poems and Thoughts; and I am working on editing my next project, which I may or may not have announced. Since I’m not sure, I will leave that one alone and bid you all a good night.

Don’t run from politicians

A Canadian island is accepting Americans if Trump become president of the United States.  If you haven’t read it, here’s one article.  It was funny at first, but I really don’t think it is, any more.

I remember when President Obama was elected the first and second time, a lot of people were threatening to leave the USA. I think the same thing happened when President Bush (the second) was elected, as well.

It was funny for a while, but now, it’s annoying me. We’re acting as if it’s a cute idea to run away from our government. What we should be doing is fighting for what we believe in and making sure the people that will fight for us are in office. That means if you don’t go out and vote, then you shouldn’t feel you have the right to leave, just because you’re not happy.

If you’re not happy, stay and fix the problem. Running to another country isn’t the answer to our political system. Maybe running for office is. Start locally. Get involved. Find out what it looks like from the inside. Fix things.

If that’s not your cup of tea, then be sure to vote. Pester our friends to vote as well. Especially if they believe in the same candidate you want to vote for!

Revolution starts small. But it can’t start at all if the smart ones just ship.

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Feminism is not about following women blindly

Earlier today, I heard that Gloria Steinem and Madeleine Albright said some pretty awful things about women who were voting for Bernie Sanders, or as they seemed to think, against Hillary Clinton. Gloria Steinem has since retracted her statement, but Madeline Alright, as far as I can tell, has not. Therefore, here are my thoughts on what the first woman Secretary of State said about other women, in a letter.

Dear Madeline Albright,

I heard your speech about how young woman should be voting for Hilary Clinton and not Bernie Sanders because Hilary is a woman. That “There’s a special place in hell for women who don’t help each other!”

I think this is wrong. What you are saying is that we should vote for someone just because they are the right gender. But what about the issues? What about equality? For me, voting for Hillary Clinton does not mean voting for equality.

As thinking individuals, we must take the time to look at the candidates and vote for the person we feel is best for us and for our Nation. Voting for Hillary Clinton just because she is a woman is does not advance women.

If you take gender, race, and party affiliation out of the political equation, you leave what really matters: You leave the bills the politicians voted for and the people they fight for. Those two things are far more important to me than mere gender. In order for the United States to move forward as a country, we must put aside gender and race and look at the issues our future president will fight for.

This means, for me and many, many women and men, young and old, that come Election Day we will be voting for Bernie Sanders, as he fits our ideals better. He has fought for what we believe in for many years.

You are an inspiration to many women, Madeline Albright, but please do not confuse our preference of Bernie Sanders as being against a woman. Our preference of Bernie Sanders has to do with what you have advocated: We thought for ourselves, looked at the issues and decided based on intelligence, not gender. Isn’t equality about ignoring gender and finding the best person for the job?

Thank You,

Cat Stark